I think my girlfriend works out her kegels [MF]

Just want to profess the virtues of practicing kegel exercises. Me and my GF have been banging out for a little over a year now. When we first met, sex was good, I loved it but it wasn’t mind blowing like it is now. We would usually have sex at least twice a day, sometimes more, our record number of times in a day was 9 or 10 times. I can’t remember how long we had been together but one time when we were having a nice romp, she accidentally squeezed her vagina around my penis. It was kind of subtle but I reacted with excitement and let her know how good it felt. From that point forward, sex has been very intense, almost every time. Our favorite position is doggystyle, which seems to be the most conducive to her working her magic. I usually will slowly slide my erection inside her vagina, letting her labia gently caress and massage my tip. After just a few thrusts, I feel the walls of her vagina closing in on me, as if she’s telling me to stay inside her. By the way, we do not use condoms, it’s much nicer to feel her natural wetness drench my cock and accumulate to a point where a couple drops of moisture run down my testicles. We keep going, moaning and telling each other how good our bodies feel together. She ends up getting so tight that I pretend the I’m stuck inside her vagina and I won’t be able to withdraw my cock when it comes time to ejaculate. I tell her that she’s giving me no choice but to cum inside of her. She turns and nods her head “yes”. I give her an ultimatum, I tell her that if she keeps it up with the clenching of her pussy that I’m going to have to get her pregnant. She continues to bear down on my cock with her vagina muscles pumping away even more vigorously now, as if she’s sub communicating that she indeed wants me to impregnate her. As I continue to take her from behind, I want to penetrate into her deeper, as to allow my semen to go as deep as possible into her body and thus give a better chance off us getting pregnant. To achieve this, I get into a squatting position on my feet while behind her where I’m more on top of her butt, thrusting downward so the tip of my penis is running across her G spot with every revolution. It looks like more of a “froggystyle” position. It’s a very exhausting position but I know it won’t be much longer until I inseminate her. I simply tell her to make me cum inside of her. She immediately starts wrenching down on my cock with full force. I’m throbbing uncontrollably, my balls feel like they are tingling in anticipation of their imminent release. Not more than 10 seconds go by since my request and her vagina is promptly pumping all of the semen out of my testicles. In the middle of my ejaculation, I tell her “good girl” for all of her hard work. She loves it when I say that. Once this amazing human being is done taking all of the life out of my body, she turns around and stares into my eyes, as if she’s in a trance. After a second of looking at the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen, we lock our lips together. I reach down to feel her between her legs. All I can feel is my semen dripping out of her, down onto her butt hole too. I gently massage my cum all around her private areas as we have a passionate post-sex make out session. I determined that yes indeed, she works out her kegels.

[FM] Something New, Something Blew – I [31/F] finally made my new Airman [28/M] cum.

Buckle up, we have to catch up. We’re only at the halfway mark for 2017 and I’m already drinking for two (ever go so hard on a weekend that you’re fairly sure you gave yourself fetal alcohol syndrome?) So far this year I’ve broken a toe, started a new job, gotten a promotion at said job, ruptured an eardrum from an insane sinus infection turned ear infection, had a MRSA infection develop on my face after I performed minor surgery on an acne cyst, shaved my head to support my friend with cancer… and I’ve started dating. On my weight-loss journey I’m down 55lbs; I’ve been hovering in the 160’s for a hot minute. Who or what am I dating? Even the doc overseeing my over-zealous monthly STD testing voiced her curiosity. “I wondered what kind of man you’d actually date-date…” Stop me when you’re surprised: he’s younger than me, good-looking, in the Air Force, hopelessly devoted to me, and we’re on the same spectrum- autism. He met me after stalking my Snapchat for a while, which he picked up seeing me on a couple dating apps but didn’t muster up the courage to contact me until masturbating in the bushes for a few weeks. Clearly I have to marry him because his whole hand fit inside me and I will only be one man’s Muppet. Our first actual date was him accompanying me to get my head shaved for my friend, then he took my QBall ass out to one of the best restaurants in Alaska, and finished up with an ESCAPE ROOM! He mentioned several times I was his Make a Wish Foundation date. Swoon, motherfucker. It’s goin’ down, I’m yellin’ timberrrrrr.

[MF] The First Woman to Ever Deepthroat Me

I realize that most of my stories make me sound like a all I have any interest in is fucking as many women as possible, and while it is true that I have a sky high libido and would like nothing more than to fuck all the time, *forever*, the truth is that on a daily basis I want what most people want, which is compansionship and a person to talk to.

That said, I have actually had a few long-term relationships in my life, and they have all been amazing. The first ended depressingly, with me being cheated on. The third resulted in some of the happiest days of my life. This is the story of my second long-term relationship, which began bizarrely and somehow just kept going.

I met a young woman at a club. She made fun of my shirt so I bought her a drink. It was an awful shirt, to be fair. I hate clubs and have no concept of how to dress for them. I wouldn’t have even been there if it hadn’t been for my friend Clubby, who would live her life in an endless dance hall if such a thing were possible. She liked to drag me along when she was trying a new place so that she could run to me and pretend I was her boyfriend if the vibe was all wrong amongst the club patrons. In exchange she usually bought me a few drinks but truthfully I would have done it for free because about half the time she managed to introduce me to somebody fun.

Work Release [MF]

Life has gotten interesting again to me over the past year or so. I’ve enjoyed reading enough things from Gone Wild Stories that I want to share some of my experiences. Names have been changed to protect the guilty as hell. A lot of set up and not a whole lot of sex for the first couple thousand words.

Last April

“Want to grab lunch” Katie asked as we were finishing up a segment of the risk analysis of a variety of pricing configurations for Exchange health insurance policies. Pricing analysis was our baby and our hell. We had been working on this together since 2013 when I was in a different department and noticed that the product profile that we offered was a really dumb offering. I brought that issue up with my boss, and she brought it up with the individual market group.

Somehow I was transferred within two weeks of me opening my mouth. Katie had just started at the company. They had hired her because she was smart even as the bosses did not know how they wanted to use her. We were locked into a little side office for the next eight months until the 2014 policy year started.

A hot night of [MFM] to [GROUP] sex

So for background I have had a couple I play with semi-regularly over the past year. Last night we got together so I could help tag team the wife. However I had also met on Craiglist recently a single lady looking for a MFM or even group sex. So I had introduced her to my couple for possible group sex opportunities. So I let her know that we were playing that night and started off sending her pics of the wife alternating sucking our cocks as well as us tag teaming her. Well soon enough the pics and vids had her crazy horny and she agreed to head over.

So the couple and I continued playing, finished up and took a halftime break after 45 minutes or so of playing. Now realize none of us had yet to meet her in person and she had been a bit hesitant to meet right away as she hadn’t done any group sex for a while. So when she arrived we congregated in the kitchen to break the ice and let her down a drink for nerves before heading to the bedroom.

The Story of Anya the Slave [Part 2] (NSFW)

My heart jumped, making my body hum with both nervous and excited energy. “Thank you, Master.” His mouth twitched as his eyes wandered out the window, seeming indifferent to my presence. The ride took what I estimated to be about an hour before we pulled into a circular driveway which laid out in front of a large mansion.

The door opened seemingly of its own accord, and a servant appeared. My master climbed out first, “Come, Anya.” The gravel crunched under my bare feet, making me wince as its sharp edges pinched my feet. Master’s eyes followed my movements, and, determined to be graceful in front of him, I ignored the stinging of my feet, straightened my back, and walked forward, always sure to be behind him.

The steps to the front door were smooth, warm stone, soothing my feet. Master snapped his fingers and instantly a servant and a guard appeared on either side of me. “Make sure she is prepared, my guests are arriving this afternoon, and entertainment is scheduled for 9pm. Make sure the grooms are aware of the schedule.”

I am what I am. [FM], [FFM] [mast, oral, exh]

Call me what you like, I am a prostitute, a whore, a hooker, a slut, a woman of easy virtue. I really don’t care. I get paid to fuck. I fuck anyone with the money to pay me. I am still surprised with the number of men who ask me why I do it. I tell them some hard luck story, a poor childhood, runaway, hooking to eat, and that seems to satisfy them. Some nitwits want to “take me away from this tawdry life” but I refuse. I am not ready to stop.

So why do I do this? I like to fuck. In fact, I love fucking. I love a man’s cock inside me, any hole. I love it when I get to fuck two guys at once. One up the front, one in the ass, or in the mouth or any combination thereof, is fine with me. As long as I am fucking, I love it. It was something I loved doing, a hobby, and I turned my hobby into my income.

[M]y [f]avorite summer with the college girl next door

This story took place around five years ago, but I still remember it quite well…

I had graduated college, and got a job in a small town. Finding nothing but overpriced rentals in trashy neighborhoods, I decided to buy a house of my own. I finally found a fixer upper right on a quiet street that was surrounded by mainly older families from what I could tell. Between a cold winter, work, and remodeling, I didn’t meet any of the neighbors other than a passing wave. Not much changed until spring had passed, and a warm summer was arriving.

I was outside doing some landscaping one day when I noticed a car pull into the house directly across the street. I could see the back seat was packed full of bags and boxes. I put two and two together and realized it was a college student returning home for the summer. My full attention was focused that way when I first saw the long blond hair come out of the car. I watched as a beautiful tall, fit, tan body emerged from the car, as I tried to not stare. Fortunately she was busy gathering bags and boxes to carry inside and didn’t notice me across the street. Since she was only wearing a tank top and shorts, I could see her toned arms, shoulders and legs, and knew she was obviously an athlete. The basketball hoop in the driveway that I hadn’t really noticed before suddenly became obvious. She carried her things inside and I did not see her again that day.

All For You [M][MF]

In the room lit by a single candle, we lie on our sides, facing each other, our hands moving lightly over each others’ bodies… touching here and there. I run my hand through your hair and gently cup your cheek to bring your beautiful face closer to mine. Your eyes half-close as our parted lips meet. I taste your sweet breath mingling with mine, and I want more. The kiss become more and more intense as we lose ourselves in the sensations of touch and taste and scent. I feel the slightly rough softness of your tongue against mine. I want that feeling to never end…

The kiss breaks and we look wide-eyed at each other. The loss of contact is too much. I bury my face in your hair and neck and you moan softly as I suck and bite on your smooth flesh. My arms hold you tight against me, hands cupping and squeezing your perfect ass, and you hold me even more tightly as your nails lightly scratch my back. Your scent and heat are almost overwhelming.